Slash!!
A body with no head is standing,
It falls down on the red ground.
Finds its friend down there.
The brave warrior is cutting people,
Cutting heads, bodies and limbs.
He is doing everything that a sword can do.
The approaching army is not cruel,
They have no mercy.
He has a sword, but the sword is his enemy.
Alone against them, he is standing.
The sword is looking to the front,
And he is looking at his enemy.
The brave warrior moves forward, and goes on a killin spree.
The opposition is weaker, than his true fearsome enemy.
The army is dead, he is still with his enemy.
Both are red.
A true warrior knows his enemy,
He knows him very well.
The brave warrior, never knew his enemy.
Using his sword, he became his own enemy.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoesiaIf you like strange, chaotic and deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields.
